Only the good die young
They’re murdered
Sensitives with justice in their veins
Reign From their next station
Onto the guilty Rain
Not guilt
Horrors of their dishonor
Test me
I am

According to your word

Volcanic spew at the new you
Or is that the real you
Just be the real you

Careful whose trust you earn
Hurt people cause people to hurt people
To burn
4 agreements
broken Everytime

You manipulate with your word hate on another’s world
crush another’s worth
aim to be the best thing on this earth

Paid for by the hearts of others

Even Angels fight wars

Up in heaven with facial scars
Still jumping from star to star
Watching the good die young

By the hands and acts of
Those they Love and the hate of those they love

The Good The pure The fools
Being told to freeze up
The world is cruel
Be so too

They amplify God’s whispers
And go deaf to those willing to murder
The Good

The good fight battles invisible to the vain
The good die misunderstood
Tired But never empty

Only the good die young They’re murdered


Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.